Okay- my husband has a thing about putting holes in the wall. He absolutely LOVES those bulldog nails. I like to hang pictures. I like to change pictures around - I like to group pictures. He gets all worked up, when I put a new hole in wall. Sometimes, some pictures do not work with his bulldog nails. So that's when I use a screw or a big nail. Most of the time, I do it, when he is at work and being a man - he never notices.
When I took down my Christmas themed pictures - we got busy moving the furniture out - making way for the new carpet, I forgot to hang other pictures up. Thus, the "holes" were visible.
So instead of leaving it there, he took out the nails.
"Hey it's my house, too and if I want to put holes in the walls, I can."
to which he replied,
"then you can do all the patching."
No biggie. I can do that.
But he is still walking around, huffing and puffing, as if I have bashed down walls.
Come on now - is it worth, having a heart attack over? That's why I blog.
Maybe he needs a blog.